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Halloween Costume Party.
It was a week before Halloween and I was being dragged to yet another excursion on the Army base with my wife. I always hated these things. Number 1, I wasn't in the army, I was in the Air force. Number 2, most of the people at these parties were people my wife knew from work, and NOT people I knew very well. And number three, well, I don't get drunk. So sitting around casually with a bunch of people while they all get sloshed, is not my idea of fun.
Regardless, I was on my way there, and as we arrived, the first thing I noticed was the area. The party was being held at some Army guys home, which was an apartment townhouse on the base, connected to another in a long string of townhouses with red brick walls and dirty dusty yards. I parked in what I assumed was the driveway from the apparent lack of grass and fencing, and we quickly got out and went inside.
The place was immaculate. Clearly the sign of an army orientated wife. Starched pressed table cloths underneath the Halloween styled spreads, carefully spaced wall decorations that gave no indication as to the sort of people that lived there. In fact, everything about the place seemed just a little bit too clean and tidy. The Halloween decorations seemed elaborate, but not enough. As if someone had the right idea, but fell short with their attempt to put decorations up completely, for fear of having to take them down and remove them in a hurry. Such was life in the military.
My wife and I happened to be the first to arrive, and it was a little bit of time before the rest of the people started filing in. We took a few moments to better acquaint ourselves with the host and hostess, and helped them finish setting up. Soon after, the next couple arrived, and then another, and another. Couple after couple, it was the same thing. Everyone was stiff, professional, afraid to let loose. Their costumes were inadequate, unconvincing, and seemed to be something they just applied to their normal everyday civilian attire. It was as if they really didn't want to dress up, but felt some sort of decoration was necessary in order to attend.
Then Tim and Tammy arrived. They were the only other fully costumed couple, just like my wife and I. What made it even worse, was the fact that they were dressed as the same characters as my wife and I. My wife was dressed as a pixie, and so was his wife, but she was done up so much more elaborately. I was dressed as a zombie, and I thought my costume was pretty cool, but Tim’s costume blew me away. His wife smiled, and said she liked our costumes, and she thought it was cute that we were both dressed up the same. I felt like saying something, but I didn’t. Tammy just rubbed me the wrong way. She seemed nice enough, but I always got this “bitch” feeling whenever she talked, like she was talking down to everyone.
The food was good, mostly chips and dip, and a couple of sodas. Other than that, it seemed there was a lot of drinking going on. When I say a lot, keep in mind I was on a military base, and an apartment filled with off duty army soldiers. There was a LOT of booze. At one point, they decided to make a “garbage can” drink, which involved filling an actual garbage can with different types of liquor, and then slamming cup after cup of the stuff. Everyone was intoxicated in no time flat.
Now, as I said before, I was in the AF, not the army. How did I know these guys? Well, my wife worked at a local deli that catered to the army guys on the base. Some of the wives of these army guys worked there too. Some of the guys came to the deli often, and some of them came a little too often. My wife thought it was all in good fun that they joked and jeered and hit on her every second they could. I didn't think it was all that funny. These guys were just a bunch of horn dogs looking for a good time before they were redeployed and possibly killed in action. Did marriage make them any more loyal to their wives? Nope. All it did was give them a bigger paycheck and a guaranteed piece of ass when they got home from deployment... if they got home from deployment.
I was in the middle of contemplating creating a very effective and believable reason to leave the party when Maritza walked into the place. Maritza... Maritza was barely legal, and worked at the Deli with my wife. She was small, and petite, and shy, but extremely cute with a perfect face and long blond hair. She was kind of a recluse and didn't associate with the other people at the deli outside of work, so seeing her here was kind of a shock.
As she swayed through the door, I got a look at her costume, and it almost made me choke. She was wearing a lot of makeup. Way too much. Her eyes were green and blue, and her cheeks were rosy red. Her lip stick was super thick crimson red, and her eyelashes were long and thick, lush with mascara. She looked like a street walker, a whore, a slut.
Her attire was almost too elaborate. Her top was a button down long sleeve shirt she had tied in a knot in the front, to hold back her impressive perky C cup breasts. It was clear from the hard rigid points, poking from behind the thin white material, that she was not wearing a bra. Her shorts, if you could call them that, were what was left of a pair of denim shorts, after you cut the shorts off. They were cut super high on the sides, leaving nothing more than the belt band of material hooked over the top of each hip. The middle left nothing to the imagination. Her thigh gap was a good two and a half inches, but the 1/2 inch wide strip of tattered denim hanging two inches too low between her legs did nothing to hide her smooth shaved pussy. I took one look, and was instantly hard. I couldn’t help but notice the soft peach colored fleshy lips of her vagina peeking out from between her puffy mound. It was so prominent, so “out there” that you could not ignore it. She was shaved smooth, right down to the center of her hairless cunt slit.
"What are you wearing!?" came the voice of the hostess, and there was a collective sound of every one of the wives voice's as they saw Maritza's outfit and were shocked.
"Do you like it?" Maritza said with a smile, and she walked around in a circle, showing off her costume as best she could. The back of her shorts were cut just as thinly as the front, but there was a bit more material, turned into a thong that covered nothing, and disappeared up the crack of her ass. Her butt was almost as impressive as her pussy. Her soft round globes hung in anti-gravity for everyone to see. Her shoes were 6 inch stiletto heels which made her seem to be standing on her tippy toes. This in turn, caused her hips to be tilted just a bit, and her ass to stuck out at just the right angle.
It wasn’t my house, and it wasn’t my party, but I knew a moment later, when my wife came out of the bathroom, and gasped, things were not going to be good. "Oh my god. Maritza! Jesus Christ! You... you can see everything. Did… Didn’t… Someone say something!"
"Like what?" I asked, acting like I hadn’t noticed anything wrong.
"Like.... did you know your cunt is showing?" Maritza’s face went slack and her mouth fell open. Clearly she did not think my wife was going to insult her costume.
“I asked you if you thought this would be good to wear!” Maritza said in a shocked tone.
“You casually told me at work, you were going to dress like a street walker! That means mini skirt and a halter top! Maybe high heels! You didn’t say, I’m going to come dressed like a fifty cent whore, ready to suck and fuck every guy at the costume party!”
“I’m not-” Maritza started to protest, but my wife cut her off. It wasn;t her party, it wasn’t her house, but she had taken charge. She looked at me, as if I was responsible, and said very seriously, "She needs to go put on some different shorts and some underwear."
I nodded in agreement, but in reality I was enjoying the show. I knew when it was okay to open my mouth, and when I should keep it shut.
“You need to leave,” My wife told Maritza. “Now.”
Maritza looked like she was about to start crying. A few seconds later, one of the army dudes came over and told Maritza to go sit down on the couch, right over by where he was sitting, and everything would be okay. He said her costume maybe wasn’t appropriate for the party, but as long as she sat her ass down and just... sat there, she’d be fine.
Maritza sighed and sat down, not really watching anything or anyone, but more so just doing as she was told. She hadn't been sitting for more than about 5 minutes when she decided to get up for a drink. As she bent over and stood up, she flashed everyone sitting on the couch and love seat.
Instantly, she was told by one of the other guys wives to “sit the fuck back down!” She gave a frown and sat back down. After a few seconds, she asked for a drink, but everyone ignored her. She sat, rejected, and sad, depressed and lonely. I could tell, because I occasionally stole glances at her out of the corner of my eye. I watched her and saw a tear roll down her cheek. I couldn't help it. I'm a sucker for a slutty babe who's feelings are hurt.
I got up when everyone else was busy and distracted, and ignoring Maritza, and walked over to where she was sitting. "What's going on with you?"
"Oh, Hi Brian. Uh... well it seems nobody really likes my costume and everyone's being a real bitch to me right now."
"I see", I said, taking a closer look at her pretty little face right in front of me. "Is there anything I can do for you? Can I get you anything?"
"Yeah. Can you get me a Pepsi and some chips and dip?" she asked.
"Sure, I can do that."
"Thanks. I would get it myself buy Mark's wife told me to come sit back down again."
"Uh huh", I replied as I walked over to one of the tables and poured some Pepsi in a cup for Maritza. "So whats the big deal?"
"I don't know" Maritza said with a smile, and I watched as she absently spread her knees and gave me a wide hipped view of her smooth shaved pussy. "I've got a great outfit on, and they all think it sucks." I brought the Pepsi over to her and handed the plastic cup to her. "Thanks" she said as she took the cup from my hand and sipped it a little bit.
"I'll be right back with your chips and dip", I said as I walked to another table and started spooning up some of the chip dip for her. I felt a little bad for this girl. She obviously didn’t know what a commotion her outfit was making with the wives of all these guys. Mine too. She really didn't have a clue. I finished preparing her plate and brought it over to her and set it down next to her. "There ya go."
"Thanks Brian,” she said. I was about to walk away, but she reached out with her left hand and grabbed my wrist. “You're so cool. Everyone else is being a dick to me…” she paused as the people around us grew suddenly quiet, watching the exchange between us. “Uh, thanks for the food."
"No problem" I said, and she let go awkwardly. I went back and sat down where I was before, kind of my designated spot now, and waited for something else interesting to happen. And of course it did.
Maritza asked one of the wives if she could go to the bathroom. She was shown the way to the bathroom and she got up, flashing everyone once again, and went quickly. Seemed like a pretty safe course of action. Well, then about 10 minutes later, everyone was looking for one of the guys, and nobody can find him. Everyone starts saying he’s in the bathroom with Maritza, and she’s blowing him. I knew this guy was not in the bathroom, he’d went out the back door to smoke a cigarette while his wife wasn’t looking, so I didn’t exactly want to dime him out, but I did. But it didn’t matter. His wife insisted he quit smoking months ago, and all the other jealous bitches did not want to listen.
Soon the situation escalated. Next thing I know, two of the wives have screwdrivers and are at the bathroom door. They took the door handle off as quietly as they could, and their actions were muffled by the loud booming of the music playing in the background. They forced their way into the bathroom, flinging the door open quickly and unannounced.
When they got inside, it didn’t matter that the only person in the bathroom was Maritza, all by herself. It was their own insecurities that made them so paranoid about their husbands or boyfriends. It was the things they imagined that they made her pay for. One of the women grabbed Maritza by the hair as she sat on the toilet, and yanked her off of it, roughly dragging her out of the bathroom. Maritza screamed for the woman to stop, but another woman came forward and swung her fist, hitting Maritza in the face.
Men jumped up to break up the fight, other wives jumped in to either take a swing at, or shield the girl, or to just get in on the action. My wife and the hostess were strangely absent at the time, but seconds later they both walked into the room, and my wife asked me to come speak with her.
“You need to take her home,” My wife told me straight out. “Cindy doesn’t want her here. She’s ruining the party.” Cindy looked at me and nodded that she was in agreement.
“So we have to leave now?” I asked. I was actually grateful to have an excuse to leave. Call me anti-social, I didn’t give a fuck.
“No. No, we can stay. Just take her home, drop her off, and then come back.” I looked at my wife with my standard, “Are you fucking k**ding me,” look, but she seemed to not miss it. “Come on, you’re the only one who hasn’t been drinking.”
“You’ve been drinking?” I asked seriously. My wife had said she wasn’t going to drink before we got there. Her reply was a shake of the red plastic cup in her hand. “Oookay,” I said, and I checked my back pocket for the keys before turning around.
“Hey, stop and get a couple bottles of rum on the way back. The good stuff. Spiced Rum.” Cindy yelled after me.
“Got it!” I walked quickly now, and awkwardly extracted Maritza from the clutched of three women who neither liked, nor disliked her, but were crowding her and making her feel very uncomfortable after being assaulted. As soon as we were out the door and to my vehicle Maritza broke down and started crying. I started the car and did my best to keep her from crying, but I knew as long as I stayed in front of the house, all eyes were on us.
"Please... please don't cry." I asked as I pulled out of the driveway.
"They hate me! They all hate me and they don't even know me!" Maritza cried into her hands.
"They... they don't hate you", I said as I thought about and chose my words carefully. "Those people in there are just... jealous. And they don't know you either."
"They invited me to their party. I told Amy that I didn't have a costume to wear. She said I could come as anything I wanted. I told her I didn't know what to wear and she said "Come as a god damned hooker for all I care! Just make sure you come!"
"She told you to dress up like a hooker?" I asked flabbergasted.
"YES!" Maritza cried and half laughed at the same time.
"Oh my freaking god. What a fucking nightmare! I cannot believe it."
"Me either!" Maritza sniffled and then slowly stopped crying. She wiped at her eyes to get rid of the tears and ended up smearing her mascara in the process. For some reason, I just thought her messing up her makeup made her look hot.
As I drove, I couldn’t help but see from my side view, every bit of Maritza was showing. I tried to be nice, I tried talking to her about the news, and other current events, but she seemed uninterested.
Suddenly, out of the blue, she asked me. “Brian? Do you think I’m pretty?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said instantly, and then gulped as I tried to clarify my statement. “You’re very good looking, I mean, well, you know….”
“But, would you… I mean… am I hot? Like, do you think someone would want to fuck me?”
I tried to choose my words as carefully as I could. “Oh, uh totally. I mean, there’s someone for everyone, you know.”
Maritza spread her legs and put both her hands between her thighs, rubbing her soft velvety pussy lips from the bottom all the way to the top with the tips of her fingers. I almost ran off the road watching her. "I cannot believe I shaved it all off. I never thought in a million years. LOL. It feels so different you know?"
"Oh?" I said. “It feels different?"
"Oh yeah", she said again, and then she closed her legs and let out a sigh.
“I guess I wouldn't know”, I laughed.
“Well duh. You have a... a... a penis, you don't have a vagina”, Maritza said embarrassingly.
“No... I meant...” I hesitated, wondering if I should be talking about such things with someone else, but then I decided to just go for it. “What I meant is, my wife, Amy, she doesn't shave hers. Never has.”
“Really?” Maritza asked, and then she slowly moved her knees apart and felt herself again. “Well... it's really soft. If you thought it was soft before, once it gets shaved, it's super soft. And it's silky, like... like... like a cats ear. And shaving it makes it very sensitive. Every time the wind blows, or there's a draft, or something like that, I can feel it.”
“Heh. Must make for interesting shopping”, I remarked as I turned a corner and headed onto the freeway.
“Nah. I haven't gone shopping yet. I just shaved before the party.”
“Oh yeah. You said it was your first time.” I looked over and tried not to stare as Maritza spread her legs and started rubbing her pussy again.
“Does it look alright?” Maritza asked me, and I felt my face redden in a deep blush. “What? What is it? Did I do it wrong?” she said when she saw my reaction.
“No! No, nothing like that,” I said.
“Oh, okay. For a second I thought I did it wrong.”
“Nope. It looks… fine,” I said.
“What?” Maritza said, looking up at me. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Oh, I really don't know,” I said, “It’s kind of hard to get a good look. Amy never shaves hers. You said it’s nice and smooth right? I’ve just never seen one up close is all… never seen one that looks like yours, before.”
Maritza smiled and spread her legs wide, grabbing the thin strip of shorts that hung loosely between her legs and pulling it to the side. “Okay, look now.”
“Uh, let me pull over somewhere so I'm not crashing us, okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, that sounds cool. How about the mall? You said shopping ought to be fun, right?”
I laughed. Shopping with Maritza dressed like that would certainly be an experience to remember, and possibly get arrested for. “I'll go to the mall, but I think shopping might be a good idea for another day.”
It took just a few minutes to get to the mall, and the rest of the trip was pretty nonchalant. Maritza sat there in the seat next to me, absently rubbing her pussy and telling me stories about her mother, and what she did for work, and where they lived, and all sorts of other things. I asked about her father, to which she replied that he had left she and her mother when she was just a baby, and her mother had never gotten remarried. After that, she started telling me about all of her mothers looser boyfriends over the years, and I got a pretty good feel as to what Maritza did and did not like about certain people.
I pulled into the mall parking lot, and Maritza directed me to one of the outer rim parking lots, furthest from the mall entrance, and under some nice big oak trees. The tree's gave us plenty of shade and a little bit of seclusion, and the distance gave us just a little bit of privacy.
I parked the car, and took off my seat belt. Maritza took a look around to see if anyone was close, or watching, and when she decided there wasn't a chance we would be spotted, she reclined her seat all the way back, and slid it as far back into the back seat as it would go. She took a quick peek out the windows, and when she saw we were completely alone, she quickly unzipped her shorts and slid them down off of her hips. She smiled at me with slut red lips, and flashed her painted mermaid green eyelids. “Is this good?” she asked as she turned towards me slightly, put her feet up on the edge of her seat, and let her knees fall open to each side.
Her pussy was a plump fat mound of smooth flesh, bare naked, hairless, and dimpled with goose bumps. The channel that split her down the middle was thin and tight, opening just a bit wider than the rest towards the bottom. “Does it look nice?” Maritza asked me.
“I… uh, yeah.” I said sheepishly.
“You can’t even see it from there.” She said, and she jiggled her hips indicating she wanted me to take a closer look.
I turned my body around half way, and leaned across the middle hump in my vehicle. I couldn't really get comfortable in my own chair, so I awkwardly slipped my left arm between Maritza’s knees, and hooked my hand under her right leg. Now I was much closer, so close in fact that I could smell the faint musk of her pussy.
“It’s okay. You can touch it if you want to.”
I tried to talk myself out of it. If Amy knew, she’d be pissed. Then again, she was the one who volunteered me for this. She’s the one who made me take her home. But she’d be angry, like a sparrow watching her nest get raided. I almost stopped, but then the devil got to me. What Amy didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt her. Plus, I was only looking, and a little bit of touching, it’s not like I was fucking her.
I nodded, and brought my right hand forward. I placed my fingers on her lower abdomen, just above her pussy, and then, using my thumb, gently reached down and pressed it against her slit, right in the middle of it's length. She was so soft and so smooth it was amazing. I found myself sliding my thumb up and down her slit, smoothing it across the softness, parting the soft silky mounds ever so slightly each time I did it. Quickly, she started heating up, and I could feel the heat radiating off of her pussy. I looked up to see Maritza was watching me closely, her eyes just a bit glazed over.
I took a chance and brought my thumb down lower, pressing it inward, slipping it between her mounds and hooking it inside of her pussy for just a moment. Her inner pussy was hot and wet, and my thumb slipped deep inside with little effort. I quickly rubbed where I thought her G-spot would be, and then rotated my hand, sliding my thumb out, but keeping it buried between her lips. I used the slick pussy juice covering my thumb to slide it all the way up her slit, pausing for just a moment at the end when I felt her hard pert clit button standing at attention. I circled her clit with the tip of my thumb for a few seconds, but stopped when I hear Maritza gasp suddenly.
“Are you okay?” I asked. “I didn't hurt you, did I?”
“No”, Maritza breathed heavily and then shot me a smile, “A little slower.”
I brought my thumb down again and pressed it between her lips, sliding it deep inside her tight pussy hole again. This time, I curled my thumb back and forth, spreading her out, and getting a feel for how tight or loose she was. I had no idea how I had gotten into this predicament, but already my mind was telling me her pussy was too tight for my big dick. And my dick was telling me, It doubted it. I thumbed her G-spot for a few moments, watching the intense look of pleasure on Maritza’s face as I did so. She moaned again, and I took the cue to slide my thumb out of her opening, and up her slit, rubbing it with my thumb sideways, spreading her slips out as I went. Maritza spread her legs wider, and her slit opened up just a little, exposing her inner set of lips, which were very small and thin. I slid my thumb up and down the length of her slit a couple of times, and each time I got to the top, I smoothed the pad of my thumb up over her clit, making it pop out from beneath my thumb. Her entire body jerked repeatedly every time I did it.
“Oh fuck!” Maritza gasped finally, and I stopped playing with her clit long enough to give her a smile, and see her smile in return. Her face was a bit pink, and she started to giggle at me. “That’s…. Wow.”
“Does it feel good,” I asked her. “You like that?”
“Oh my god,” she said with another giggle.
My cock was rock hard, throbbing in my pants.
“Do you like it?” Maritza asked.
“Yeah, it’s so nice and soft, and smooth. I like it a lot.”
“Do you think… Do you think someone will ever want to fuck me?”
“Of course!” I said, before my brain could connect.
“I really like Michael from work. Do you think he will fuck me?”
“Who?” I said. What the fuck? I thought this girl was into me. I thought she was trying to seduce me or something. Was it possible she was just playing with my mind?
“Michael, from work. He said he only has sex with virgins. And he’s super cute. I’m a virgin, so I’ve been trying to get his attention, but nothing has worked. But I think I saw him checking me out at the party…”
“Are you serious?” I asked. I stopped rubbing her pussy, and just stared at her.
“Do you think… If I called him after you drop me off at home… do you think he would leave the party and come fuck me?”
“Nope,” I said, thoroughly pissed off now. “I don’t think he likes you. You’re not really his type.”
“What? How do you know?” Maritza asked concerned.
“Well, because you shaved your pussy. Michael likes virgins, natural virgins, young girls with tight pussies, and hair.”
“He never said anything to me!” Maritza said shocked.
“That’s because he doesn’t like you. Plus you work with him. That’s a conflict of interest.”
“He’s fucked Jackie!” Maritza replied, and I could tell I was getting to her.
“Yeah, he fucked Jackie before she worked there. But you don’t get it. He only likes virgins because they have tight pussies. Your pussy…”
Maritza looked like she was going to start crying. “My pussy is tight! What’s wrong with my pussy?”
“Nothing!” I said, and I got up and moved over to my own seat again.
“Tell me,” she said, pleadingly.
“Okay. Well, for starters, you have no experience. Second, you’re a real virgin. Most guys can’t tell, but they like to say they only fuck virgins, but it’s all in their head. Every dude says that shit. And every dude only fucks girls who have experience.”
“Guys can’t tell the difference?” Maritza asked.
“Most can’t. Their dicks are too small. Mine, well…”
Maritza sat there, looking at me strangely. After a second or two, she asked, “Would you… would you show me how?”
“Show you how to what?” I said in as flat a voice as I could.
“Fuck my pussy. Show me how. And then, when I get my hair back, I can…”
“Look, I’m only doing this as a favor, okay? You really seem like you like this Michael guy, so I’m going to show you how, but you’re going to have to be a quick learner, cause I have to drop you off and Amy will start thinking something is up if I’m gone too long.”
Maritza sniffled, and smiled gratefully. “Where, how should I?”
“Stay right there,” I said, gingerly navigating the vehicle equipment and moving her chair back and leaning it backwards. Soon she was reclined all the way back and the seat was all the way down. “Spread your legs, and put one of them right there on the car handle. The other one, put your foot on my seat.”
Maritza did as I told her, and I shimmied out of my pants, and released my cock, which was now harder than a steel rod.
“I… uh…” Maritza looked at my cock, huge and veined and throbbing. “Is it going to fit?” She asked.
“That’s another sign of inexperience. Don't say that. Every cock fits in every pussy.”
“It… it doesn't look like it's going to fit!” Maritza said looking concerned.
“It will. Look, do you want to learn, or do you want to just go home.” I didn't wait for an answer. Instead, I brought the head of my cock to her slit and rubbed the head up and down, making her jump every time it rubbed over her clit. Soon I was covered in her slippery wetness, and I could tell she was turned on more than ever. “Does that feel good?”
“Jesus, yes,” Maritza said with a glazed over look.
“Okay, just relax. I’m sure you’ve heard that it hurts the first time, right?” She nodded. “Well, it's going to hurt. But it’s all part of becoming experienced, okay?”
“Does it hurt really bad?” She asked.
“It might. Some people say it hurts a lot. Other people say it only hurts for a few seconds, then it feels good.”
“Please don’t make it hurt,” she begged.
“Look… I’ll do what I can. You just relax, and if it hurts too much, just let me know and I’ll stop, okay?”
“Okay,” Maritza said, and she took a deep breath and relaxed.
“Alright.” I took one last look around, to make sure nobody was coming by the vehicle, and then I lined my cock up with the bottom of her slippery slit and pressed inwards, sliding the head of my cock between her inner lips.
“Oh shit,” she breathed, watching as my thick cock head spread her pussy wide. Then she felt her pussy stretching open, trying desperately to accept my cock. I felt her virgin flesh repelling my entry, and I knew this was where the pain would begin.
“Are you ready?” I asked, reaching down, and grabbing her hips roughly between my hands.
“I… I think so… I don't know.”
“I’ll count to five,” I said, gently moving my cock in and out a fraction of an inch. Maritza nodded, and looked up at me with innocent slut painted eyes. “One, two-” I didn’t give her any warning, and slammed my cock into her pussy, ripping through her virginity, and spreading her virgin cunt so wide it might never recover. She gasped, and her legs went wild, her arms wrapped around my back, and she seemed like she was about to cry, but she held on, whimpering, and I could feel her vagina squeezing me, trying to force me out.
“Are you okay?” I asked. I looked down to see her eyes were red, rimmed in wetness, but still accepting that this was crucial, a necessity, in order for her to get what she wanted in life. “I’ll go slow. Okay?” She sniffled and nodded, her mouth hanging open, loosely, while her vagina was vice grip tight.
Slowly, I pulled my cock out just a bit, and I could feel her tight ribbed pussy gripping me every single fraction of an inch. When it was about half way out, I reversed direction, pushing it back inside of her, dragging her outer pussy lips inward, stretching them as I fed her my thick cock. Within a few seconds, her pussy was insanely wet, and I knew it must have been a combination of her pussy juices and blood.
“It stings,” Maritza said after a few more seconds of me pumping my cock in and out of her super tight pussy.
“It might do that for a little while,” I said, sliding my cock all the way inside her until I felt the resistance of her virgin womb. For a virgin, her pussy was just deep enough to accept my entire cock, save for the last half an inch. I told her I liked how I could fit the entire thing inside her pussy without having to fuck her hard.
“Do guys like to fuck hard?” She asked me suddenly.
“Some do. Guys with big dicks usually can't fit the whole thing in a girls pussy.”
“What-” I watched her pause as the tip of my cock bottomed out against her cervix and her voice caught in her throat, “what do you do then?”
“Well, if a girl has a small pussy, then she knows if she wants to keep a guy satisfied, she’s gotta find other ways.”
“Like a blowjob?” She asked, and I plunged my cock inside her pussy, making her moan involuntarily.
“No. Jesus, you think you can fit my cock in your mouth?” Maritza shook her head, clearly knowing it was too big.
“No, Girls… well, you know. They use their ass.”
“What? They rub a guys cock with their ass?”
I laughed, and gripped her thighs hard. Maritza seemed to like that, and moaned in my ear. At the same time, I felt her pussy tighten down on my cock, and a flood of warmth issued from her pussy. “Oh, you like that?” I said in a deep voice, and she whispered to me that she did. “You want me to fuck you hard? It’s your first time…”
“Fuck me how you want to,” she said eagerly, and I felt her spread her hips wider, wrapping her legs around my lower back and giving me easier access.
“You let me know if it's too much, kay?” She nodded against my shoulder, and I felt her hands wrap around the back of my neck, gently kneading my neck muscles.
With renewed effort, I grabbed her hips harder, and thrust my cock inside her pussy as far as it would go. The top of my dick slapped her erect clit, making her jump, but the bottom of my cock still had a good inch to go. I clenched my hands hard, digging my finger tips into her soft creamy white skin as I pulled my cock out, and slammed it back inside. Again I slid it out and slammed it back inside, in and out, and in and out. I pistoned her pussy so fast, and for so long, by the time I was done, her juices were a frothy mix that was seeping down her ass and soaking the seat below her. At the last moment, I shoved my cock inside her hard, forcing it in as deep as it would go, spreading her lips wide, and making her groan as my cock threatened to make her burst.
When I finally let off the pressure and pulled my cock out to the half way point, Maritza looked like she had just run a marathon. Her long gorgeous blond hooker hair was a mess. Her whorish makeup was a mess, with streaks of mascara and eye shadow smeared sideways across her temples. Her lipstick was blotchy, and smeared, clearly she’d been biting her lips as I pounded her virgin pussy for all it was worth. She’d untied her shirt in the process, and her bigger than average perky tits stood at attention, bright red nipples with deep red tips. I gently slid my cock in and out of her pussy, keeping it well lubed, and took a closer look at her tits.
“Why… why are your nipples so red?” I asked, seeing the tips that looked like they were darker than the rest. They almost looked bruised.
“I… I like to pinch them…” she said shyly. “It feels good.”
“You want me to pinch them?” I asked, letting go of her hips and gently cupping her luscious breasts.
“If you want to,” she said with a smile on her face.
“Oh, I want to. Don't worry about that,” I said with a smile. “Hold your legs up… under the knees… like this… yeah, there you go.” I showed her where I wanted them so I could continue fucking her tight wet pussy while playing with her tits. “So… you like it rough, huh?”
“I don't know… it just… it feels good.”
“Okay, okay,” I said, smoothing over her breasts with my fingers and feeling her perky nipples toggle underneath my digits. “You tell me if it's too much, okay?”
“Uh-huh,” she said softly, and I gently pinched each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, gradually increasing the pressure over the next few seconds.
As I pinched harder, and harder, I could feel her pussy tightening back up, gripping me harder and harder. “Oh, you like that, huh?”
“Yes,” she said in a hushed whisper, and her hands traveled from my neck, down my sides, and to my ass, where she gripped my buttocks and helped me with my thrusting into her cunt. “Harder. Do it harder. Oh, god that feels good.”
It was really turning me on as well, and I found myself slamming my cock into her pussy just as hard as I was pinching her nipples. I let go, and grabbed hold again, this time, wrenching down on her buds and pulling her nipples outward, stretching them, pulling on them, as I fucked her pussy silly.
“Mmmmmm,” she moaned, and her hands came off of my ass, and grabbed her legs under the knees once again, pulling her legs backward, and creating a perfectly flat plane where her legs spread open to her pussy. “Fuck me harder. force me, fuck me, hurt me…”
“Hurt you?” I said softly, and I looked down to see a glint in Maritza’s eyes that let me know she was serious. She wanted me to hurt her, cause her pain, make her suffer, just a little bit. She wanted it sexually, not like torture, unless is was sexual torture. “I’ll do my best,” I said in the same low whispering voice she had said, and I started to fuck her as hard as I could.
After about three minutes, Maritza’s pussy was a sloppy wet mess of cum and just a residual amount of blood. But I hadn't gotten the job done, even though I had tried to fuck her as hard as I could. Whatever I was doing, I just wasn’t getting it done. I slammed my cock into her pussy a few more times, realizing I had held off on cumming for so long I didn't even feel like it. I really felt like I had let her down someway.
I looked down at Maritza, with an apologetic look on my face. She smiled and then a weird smirk came over her. “If I ask you… I don't know if I should.”
“What?” I said, eager to figure out what made this girl tick.
“Will you call me Candy?”
“Candy?” I asked, thinking it sounded like a hookers name.
“Candy. Just Candy…” she looked hesitantly at the window, and then looked back at me, with a serious face. “And you can slap me... if you want to.”
“Do you like that stuff?” I asked her, willing to do whatever she wanted as long as it was within the context of pleasing her.
“I’ve never… I’ve watched people do it… and when I think about it, that’s what… that’s”
“What does it for you?” I finished for her. She smiled and nodded. “Okay, I can do that,” I said with a smile. “Now put your fucking ankles behind your head so I can pound your pussy right.” She scrambled to do what I demanded, and I could tell as she struggled to get the first ankle behind her shoulder, she had never done that sort of thing before. “Come on, get it up there,” I said, grabbing her knee and pushing it up hard. I could feel the pressure this was putting on her pussy from the inside, and it felt great. I continued pumping my cock in and out of her cunt the entire time.
She just barely got one leg behind her arm, but she wasn't so flexible. “Candy, you fucking… you fucking… whore.” Maritza looked up at me, and I could see the shock and the pleasure that being called a whore had just caused her. “Get you’re fucking legs up there. Both of them. Lift them up!” I grabbed her hips and dug my fingers into her soft spongy flesh, making her wince, and her pussy gush. “Come here,” I pulled her hips down lower on the seat and then forced my cock inside of her until it would go no further. “You like being called Candy? Nice and sweet and good to eat? Never ate another pussy, have you? You cunt.”
Maritza moaned and pulled her legs back further, straining with the effort. I reached forward and grabbed her nipples, twisting them hard and yanking them suddenly. “Your tits are so nice, but your nipples are way too small, you fucking slut. Real sluts have huge tits and huge nipples.” I leaned forward and gently bit one of them, and then sucked it into my mouth. I heard Maritza gasp under my attentions. “Oh, you like that, huh? Like to bite your tiny nipples? Does it make your pussy wet? You’re such a tease, a fucking bitch. A whore. A slut. I bet I could pimp you out and make a couple hundred dollars a week.” Maritza’s pussy became so wet my cock was fucking in and out of her effortlessly. I could feel a steady drip of cum oozing from her hole.
“Oh, that turns you on, huh?” I said into her ear, and she gasped. “You like that idea,” I said without question. “Maybe that’s what I’ll do. Maybe I’ll make you my little trick whore. Sell your pussy to all my friends and let them fuck your sloppy whore cunt whenever they pay me. What do you think of that?”
“I’ll do it,” She breathed seductively. “I’ll be your whore. I’ll fuck whoever you want me to. I’ll suck their dicks, I’ll let them fuck my pussy. I’ll do whatever you say.”
“You’ll be my fuck toy, my little whore, whenever I want, I’ll come pick you up from your house and fuck you until you can't walk, and then I’ll drop you back off with a pussy full of cum. How does that sound?”
“Will you pimp me out to all your friends?” she asked, and I could tell that it was that specific aspect that was turning her on the most.
“If you can prove you’re worth it. You better make me a lot of money, you fucking whore.” I slammed my cock inside her pussy a few more times, and felt my balls tightening, getting ready to unload inside of her. “You know, guys want the whole package. They want pussy, they want to be sucked and fucked, but they want a piece of ass too.”
“I’ll do it,” Maritza said eagerly. “Just do it. Fuck me. Do it hard.” She reached down and spread her ass cheeks wide.
“Spread your fucking asshole, you whore.” I slid my cock out of her pussy, seeing the impressive gaping hole I left behind and then pressed the head of my cock against her puckered asshole. “Relax - Relax!” He ass was the tightest ass I had ever felt. “You fucking bitch. Your ass is so fucking tight. I’m going to fuck your tight little ass, and fill it with my cum.” Maritza moaned, and I felt her butt hole relax just a bit, and the tip of my cock slipped inward just half an inch. “More. Let it in more. I want to fuck your asshole like I fuck your pussy.”
“I can’t,” she said suddenly. “It’s too big!”
“Fucking cunt! You fucking whore! You slut! You said you’d do anything! You want to be my fucking whore? You want me to sell your ass to my friends at work, and you can't even take a cock in your ass?” Her ass widened more, and the head of my cock swelled, pushing inward to the point where if I gave it a hard shove it would start sliding in, but it wasn't there yet.
“Come on Candy…” I said and I grabbed her head on both sides and forced her to look up at me, staring her right in the eyes. “Come on. Make it happen. Do it for your big pimp daddy… fuck that dick with your ass.”
“Oh… fuck…” she moaned, but she did not look away, and slowly she started rotating her hips from side to side, working the head of my dick back and forth, while keeping pressure on it against her ass. “I can’t do it… I can't do it daddy.”
“Yes you can,” I said roughly. “You better. Cause if you don’t, I’ll tell your mother and father what a big fucking whore you are.” Her mouth opened just a fraction, and her eyes became foggy. “I’ll tell your dad how you took my cock in your pussy, and your ass, both on your very first time, you fucking whore.”
“Fuck me daddy,” she moaned, and I felt her asshole stretching open, the skin was literally stretching open to accommodate my huge throbbing cock into her asshole which was much too small to accept it.
“Take my cock in your fucking ass Candy whore,” I said as I pushed forward.
“Oh… oh big daddy!” The head of my cock slipped through the outer seal, and the entire length of my cock slid up inside of her hot moist asshole. Her eyes rolled back in her head as my cock plunged all the way inside, the base of my shaft stretching her out even more, and the entire length of it throbbing inside her stretched out slut asshole.
“You like big daddy’s cock in your asshole, don’t you?” I said as I pressed it up inside her hard, stretching her asshole wider, and forcing my cock in even deeper. I could feel the wet recesses of her asshole, and my cock throbbed and pounded inside of her. Maritza reached down and shoved fingers inside of her pussy, desperately trying to fill her overly stretched out pussy.
“I’m so fucking wet,” she moaned, curling three fingers inside her pussy and massaging her G-spot.
“You’re such a fucking slut,” I said, sliding my cock out of her asshole, and feeling it contract and grip my shaft, all the way until the tip was ready to come out, but then I stopped and pushed it back in, causing her to moan and groan as I filled her again.”Take my fucking cock. Take it all.”
“Oh, I love your big fucking cock! Fuck my ass daddy! Fuck it hard!” I grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples harder than ever before. The tips of her nipples were blood red, and purple, from being abused. I watched as blood welled under the skin, and Maritza closed her eyes and whimpered, but her ass pushed outward, accepting my cock and whatever abuses I was willing to inflict upon it. I smashed my cock back inside her, and then pulled it out quickly, not giving it time to adjust, I forced it back inside, and Maritza gasped.
“Take it whore. Take it, take it, take it. Love it, fuck it, take it, make me cum you whore.” Maritza turned her head to me and opened her eyes. Her mouth hung open and her breathing was raspy and gasping. Her ass was wet and slippery, and she was clearly loosening up and accepting my cock from being so excited. “You want my cum? You want me to cum in your ass?”
Suddenly there was a change in her face, and she pleaded, no begged, me to cum in her pussy. “You want me to cum in your pussy?” I said suddenly.
“Cum in my pussy. Make me pregnant. I want to see the look on my moms face when I tell her. I want to see her fucking scream.” There was no fucking way I was going to do that, and besides, I thought she was on the pill. “I thought you’re on the pill?” I said suddenly.
“Nope,” she said resentfully. “My mom won't let me get on the pill. My dad says I’m a fucking whore, so if my mom puts me on the pill, I’ll go fuck every Tom Dick and Harry, and I’ll get some fucking STD.”
“So… you’re not on the pill?” I asked suspiciously.
“Don't fucking ruin it! Don’t do that!” She said suddenly, and being the quick learner that I am, I reached forward and clapped one hand over her mouth and prevented her from continuing.
“You fucking cunt. You want my cum in your pussy, fine. I’ll fucking cum in your pussy.” I yanked my cock out of her asshole, and slammed it right back inside her gaping cunt. “Take it. Fucking tighten up you slut! I want to fuck tight pussy! Not some loose fucking sloppy cunt!” Maritza looked at me sideways from under my hand, roughly pinning her head to the side and preventing her from talking, but the look in her eye was pure lust. Her pussy became tight, gripping my cock, and milking it for all she was worth. My balls tightened up, and I felt my cum tickling and then, with hard deep thrusts, I shot my load of sperm as deep as I could, forcing my cock in all the way, and holding it there as the throbbing spurting died away.
Exhausted, I let go, my hand falling to the seat beside Maritza. I barely had enough energy to pull my cock out of her sloppy wet pussy, and make it back to my seat.
“Do you… do you have a napkin?” I opened the glove box and pulled out a small envelope of Kleenex. Maritza grabbed a few, wadded them up, and then spread her legs. I could see a huge load of white cum peeking at the entrance of her pussy, and Maritza, without saying a word, stuffed the wadded up Kleenex into her pussy, and then tucked them up inside of her, forcing my cum deeper into her womb. “Thanks. I’ll take it out when I get home.”
“That was….”
“Don’t,” Maritza said suddenly. “Please. Just… take me home.”
“Just take you home?” She searched around and found her skimpy shorts on the floor and arranged them so she could slip her legs through them. “Just take you home?” She turned to me, and I could see something there… something had changed. I grabbed my own pants and pulled them on, and shook my head. I didn't know why I said it, but I said it out of anger, or spite. “You know what? You are a real piece of fucking work. I didn't think so at first, but you are a fucking cunt.”
I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot of the mall and headed toward Maritza’s house. About a half a mile down the road, Maritza was begging me to let her suck my cock, so she could make up from being such a fucking cunt. I finally figured out what had changed. Maritza had changed. She had become what she so desperately desired. A rebel. An unwanted daughter had found her long lost daddy. She’d become a slut. A whore. A rebel whore.
I came three times on the way to Maritza’s house, and made her swallow my load every time. The last time, I made her lean over while I fished the sloppy soaked Kleenex out of her cunt, and told her a real whore lets the evidence drain down her legs so anyone and everyone can see what a whore she is. This seemed to make her even more wet, and she asked me to fuck her again before she went back inside, but I refused. I told her I didn't want her wearing out her cunt. I wanted it in prime condition for all of my friends, when I would pimp her out and watch multiple guys cum in her pussy one after another, after another. I told her she was my property now, my whore, my little cunt, and she would do everything and anything I told her, whenever I told her to do it. She agreed with one hand on my cock, and three of my fingers knuckle deep in her pussy. I made her promise, swear, that she would not fuck, suck, jerk off, or so much as look at another guy, without my permission. She was no longer allowed to wear panties or a bra, ever. The stricter I was with my demands, the more she seemed to be eager to please me, and with a heavy heart, I grabbed her by the chin and kissed her roughly.
Maritza kissed me back, melting into me, and whispering in my ear that she would be waiting for me to call. I pushed her back, and slapped her across the face, not lightly, but not aggressively either. Just enough to shock her, and make her look at me with a questioning face. “I’ll call when I’m ready. And you better be waiting, Candy. You Fucking Cunt.”
Candy smiled, and opened the car door, still massaging the side of her face, but smiling widely as if she couldn’t have been happier. She closed the door, and then adjusted her shirt and shorts. I could see the wet glob of white cum starting to slide down the inside of her thigh, but it only seemed to make her even happier. She sauntered up to the front door of her house, glancing back at me with a Devilish look in her eye and a wry smile on her lips. The front door opened with a jerk, and a man, about my age, looked out across the distance at my vehicle. He had short shaved hair, and wore very conservative clothing. “Where have you been!” the man roared, and looked past my vehicle, down the street one direction, and then the opposite direction. I slid down in my seat, trying to hide, just in case the guy came running out.
“I told you, I went to the Halloween party!” Maritza said in a half truth.
“What is this!? What are you wearing!?” A woman came rushing to the door and looked down at her daughter alarmed and disgusted. “You’re so dirty! That’s disgusting! Take that off right now!” I watched as Maritza yanked off her top and exposed her breasts right there on her front porch. “Agggghhhh!” Her mother yelled and frantically tried to cover her up. Her father pushed her inside, yelling at her, and calling her a whore, and a slut, and a dirty disgusting tramp.
“Tramp. I need to remember that for next time,” I said, and I reached forward, staying low, and started up the engine. I didn't sit up in the seat until I was at the end of the block. With visions of Candy on my mind, I hurried off to the liquor store where I cleaned the car seats, spilled a lager all over accidentally on purpose, jammed a bunch of paper towel in the crack of the seat, and headed back to the party as quickly as I possibly could.